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 Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 12:49 am
"Ah?" nodding mid-turn, Bracken paused, wings all ready half extended. The Medic? Yes... he remembered something like that. He slowly managed to turn back around, thinking on it in curiosity.
After a moment of thought, the idea seemed to come to him. "Oh yes," the Seeker said, as he shifted himself back into a more comfortable position. He folded his wings back to his sides in disdain.
"Did something happen?" Bracken grumbled at the unwelcome memory, sounding more harassed as the picture became clearer and clearer. Yes, did he remember that blasted Medic and the sickness, and how disgustingly close the Sentinel was to the heart of society.
"... Something wrong with the forest, when someone like that is permitted to live in Deep Woods..." he muttered under his breath. Even if they were a Medic, there was something rotten about the taste it left in Bracken's beak.
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 3:38 am
The moonlight again flashed in the old bird's eyes for a brief instant, and his voice softened into a deep mumble.
"Indeed... And as it turns out, he is not a Medic anymore, thank Noctus. It seems he finally figured out that with a condition like his, he can hardly be expected to treat the sickness of others. He has taken up Chirop-Keeping instead, it seems... as if that would garner him any more customers." A sound somewhere between a disdainful snort and an amused chuckle escaped him.
"But still..." he mused, turning his head to look toward the centre of Deep Woods, as if his penetrating, lidded gaze sought to look into the heart of the Brigadier, himself. "...I do wonder how much longer they plan on letting him keep that territory of his. The only sensible thing to do would be to reassign it to another Medic, now that the white freak is no longer supplying that service."
The old sentinel then fluffed up his feathers again and settled down with a slight sigh, closing his eyes as he relaxed. "Oh well... I suppose we can only wait and see."
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 1:18 am
"Hmph," Bracken clacked his beak, puffing up in agitation. The very idea seemed to grind his wits, fueling a wrath that never truly slept- the nerve of a Sentinel like that, to sully a Medic station?
With Chirops?
"Something needs to be done about it," he grumbled, "It's a disservice to the Clan, to waste such a territory."
A disgusting Abberant hoarding a Medic station on... on Chirops, of all things! His eyes narrowed at the thought, two yellow lights of rage, watching the older male resign to the news. But how could he just give up? It wasn't right, it wasn't...
A sudden idea struck him. "I could handle it, perhaps."
Not through a direct challenge, but through another way of eradicating the white pest- something sneaky, even.
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2008 5:07 pm
At Bracken's eager words, the old sentinel cracked one eye open again, fixing it on the Seeker with a difficult-to-interpret smile playing at the edges of his beak.
"Oh, I'm sure we can trust the leaders of the Clan to deal with this little issue. Just because they haven't got around to it yet..." He let the end of that sentence taper out into a hollow silence, then allowed his smile to broaden in a fatherly way. "One thing at a time, you know? It won't do to get oneself spread out too thin. The whole Clan might suffer for it."
He broke eye contact for a brief moment as he gave his own chest feathers a half-hearted preen, but when he looked up again, the smile in his sharp eyes had vanished. "So... make sure you don't push yourself too hard, whatever you decide to do."
What his words might not have said, his posture and the tone of his voice made quite clear. "I trust you to do what's right, young Bracken."
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 10:45 am
Oh right, right... he shifted on his perch with a small nod. There were times when he forgot about the limits of his own abilities.
"Of course," Bracken muttered, feathers settling, "You're right, per usual."
Some part of him resented those words, but he made sure to squash it before it could properly rise. The older male was right, after all, and he was far wiser for being around the Clan so long. It would be folly to ignore his advice.
"Your trust isn't misguided," he said with another small nod, and then quickly preened his wings for flight, stretching them out into the cool night air. He'd been perched for far too long, longer than he had intended...
Bracken turned away, focused on the trees ahead, but said a last parting line to the older Sentinel. "I'll bring you more news eventually, hopefully with results. ... Thanks."
Then he quickly took off, heading home to his own roost for the night.
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 4:23 pm
The old sentinel received Bracken's words with a nod.
"As I said, you know where to find me." He watched the younger sentinel fly away through the slowly brightening forest with a sense of accomplishment, bordering on smugness. It was true that the issue of the white aberrant ex-medic could wait, for now, but the seed had been planted and with the proper nourishment (and Bracken's own eagerness) it would soon enough grow into results. He was sure of it.
But presently it was probably for the better for Bracken to focus his youthful energies on this mixed-couple mating, before something... came out of it. Noctus knew the Clan did not need to be burdened with any more weak, sickly chicks of irresponsible parentage.
The old sentinel shifted his position and began to preen himself in a slow but very deliberate fashion, as if getting ready to leave his comfortable perch. However, as soon as he seemed pleased with the condition of his feathers, he scooted a little closer to the trunk of the tree and turned his chest toward it, reclaiming the position he had had when Bracken found him.
All around him, the sounds of the forest slowly began to change into the strange and subtly different noises of the day. The old sentinel settled down and closed his eyes. Soon, it would be impossible to tell if he was sleeping...
...or still listening.
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